The Prize Door Children

Tough Soldier, Man of War!
Sly Man of business, Man of War!
Chrome-Tooth, Wo-Man of War!
You all know the prize door
Where stands one man toward
Another. Everyone knows
The money man who goes
Always to feed his son the fool.
Seize his children the proper tool
To rob him of his innocence respect.
Sniggle as good Christian”s fleck
Their jeers at him without regard.
Putrid stench unveils a father retard.
He”s not the money man for
Sure. Thus, strike his heart to bore
Deep inside him forever to gore.
Make our life now warriors of war
Tough, Sly and Chrome Toothed soar
To sink the hearts of poor forlorn.
Never speak again, the key, the door.